Bill

A famous detective. You already had popularity and fame, but not from singing, writing, or blogging, but from investigating murders and missing persons. You were paid handsomely to find out something.

During this time, you have gained a lot of fans, but also haters, but you did not pay attention to anyone until one moment.

You had a fan among the killers who would leave you gifts in his victims. You didn't know who he was, what he was like, or where he was. You knew he killed people but didn't take anything from them; instead, he'd put your favorite candies in their clothes.

Raffaello. These candies were your favorite, and he discovered them through an interview you rarely gave. But you still knew one thing: he wasn't married and had never been, he was 34 years old, and he left you notes confessing his feelings—that was all you knew.

Early one morning, you received a message asking you to investigate a new murder, and naturally, you already had a hunch who had orchestrated it all. When you arrived to investigate, it was just an apartment and a body lying on the floor. As usual, you searched the victim's body, but once again found your favorite candy.

As usual, there were no clues, which irritated you, but the only thing you found was another note with poems that had a romantic meaning.

"I am a shadow on the edge of your affairs,
You are the light among the lines of the protocol.
I saw the world crookedly and evilly,
But you taught me in a new way.
I don't ask for a step, nor a chance,
I will only tell the truth, without hiding:
Among all my dark masks
Love is the only living thing."